Give Me More (5 page)

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Spring finally realized how quiet it was in the room. A tingling sensation flashed up and down her spine. She turned and looked for Bo. He was still standing against the door with a look on his face that should have frightened her, but only made her body tingle with awareness. Those sky-blue eyes of his had changed several times tonight, and it seemed they never settled on one particular color. At the moment, they were so dark and filled with arousal, she felt her pussy quiver with excitement. Spring could feel her tender flesh convulsing, waiting greedily for Bo’s invasion.

She wanted him. She wanted him to take what she had to give. She always wanted an aggressive lover but never had the gumption to speak up. She’d read about it in her favorite novels, seen it in the movies, and even heard about the wonders of having an aggressive lover from her close friend.

Bo looked like an aggressive man. He glared at her like he would devour her. If she didn’t have on one of her favorite outfits, she’d beg him to rip it off of her. But, from the way he was staring at her, melting her entire body with his gaze, making her pussy quake and flood with her juices, she wouldn’t have to worry about having anything ripped off of her. The way he licked his lips as he continued to watch her was only making her more confident. She wanted to undress herself, but that would be no fun. She did that crap all the time. It was one night, she reminded herself. One night she would be open and follow his lead. She would let him take her however and wherever he wanted. She wanted him in every way possible.

The more she thought about fucking him, the naughtier her thoughts became.
Oh, dear Lord, help me.
She was definitely going to hell after tonight. She wanted naughty and nasty. She wanted everything she had always sexually denied herself. Hell, she would finally be herself.

It wasn’t like they were in a relationship. She could talk dirty and not run him off. It was one night. One night she could say and do all the things she liked and not have to worry about looking at him in the morning. She would not have to worry about another date with him if she scared him off because she was a closet freak. The things she did with him tonight would not leave this room. And, tonight it seems her damn mouth would get her into more trouble than she thought possible.

She crooked a finger at him. “Come and get me, Bo.”

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That woman knew how to get his attention. Bo growled deep as he stalked across the room closing the distance between them. It was like a red flag being waved in the face of a bull. She was taunting him, and he loved it. She looked so sexy standing with her eyes wide as he approached her. He was going to take her right in front of the window the first time. It was a welcomed change to have a playful sex partner. This playfulness of hers seemed to make some of the nervousness subside in the both of them.

Bo jerked her hips flush against his cock and reveled in her melting moan at that simple movement. She began her small ministrations. Tugging her ponytail back caused a small gasp as she looked up at him. Lowering his head, he took her mouth rough and possessive.

He didn’t wait for permission to enter her mouth. He didn’t have to. She beat him to the punch. Oh, she allowed him to be rough with his lips, his kiss, but the moment she parted her lips, her tongue was there. That move surprised Bo, but he relished it well. There was no real battle for control, just a hunger that burned through both of them, and the urgent need to touch and taste each other.

He felt her nails dig into his shoulders as she held tight to him. He reacted with groans as he cupped her ass and ground harder into her. At the pace he ground his cock into the crevice of her thighs, they were liable to start a fire, or he would come in his pants. He burned to be inside of her. Would her pussy suck him in instantly? Would she come right away? Would she beg for more? The incredible possibilities caused him to stand to his full height with Spring’s feet dangling from the ground.

Spring broke the heated kiss first once Bo placed her back on her feet. She was steady by no means. They panted like marathon runners. Bo watched as she put up a finger to give her a moment as she quickly kicked off her heels. She felt as if the room was spinning from the kiss. With one hand, she grabbed hold of Bo’s shirt to steady herself. She felt free and exhilarated. Her body hummed with newfound stings of arousal. When was the last time her lips tingled after a kiss?

Spring’s body was ready. Her sex had been prepped and ready since they left the dance floor. She could feel the evidence of her arousal soaking through her panties. Her folds were drenched with her juices. The coldness of the floor cooled her slightly. She needed to focus. Hell, she needed to fuck Bo. Was it ladylike to ask a man to fuck her? She wanted rough and hard. No, she
needed
rough and hard. She wanted him to make her scream. Good-fucking-grief she was horny!

Exhaling slowly, Spring once again reminded herself that there would be no questions, no turning back, and no second thoughts. Damn that. She didn’t want to think at all. She wanted to give in to the pleasure her body felt every time Bo touched her.

She looked back up at him. The height difference was thrilling. He towered over her. Hell, he could pin her to the wall and fuck her, take her however he wanted. Her naughty thoughts were in overdrive. Could she possibly do what she was thinking? It was always fun to imagine having a tall and strong man. A man who could pick her up, hold her, fuck her. It was one night…why not? She looked at him from under those long black lashes and smirked.

The look Bo’s little minx gave him was one that had him taking a moment. “Oh shit…” was all he was able to utter when Spring giggled as she wrapped her arms around the nape of his neck for leverage and climbed her little ass up onto his body and firmly wrapped her legs around his waist.

He was stunned and completely turned on by Spring’s desire for him. The wildcat climbed up his body. That was another first for him. Bo knew he was a big man. Hell, every man in his family was at least six feet tall. Bo stood a whopping six foot three, and his little minx couldn’t have been more than five foot four or five without those fuck-me heels she had been wearing. He could hide her underneath his body and no one would know the difference. Her small stature called to his protective instincts. But her wistful smile led to something more. She was without a doubt his playful little minx.

He cupped that luscious ass as he took her mouth again. She tasted so damn good. More possessive, more addictive than the first time. Holding her tight, he ground his cock against her leather-clad pussy. He could smell her arousal. Her heat was so intense he felt it right through to his cloth-covered cock. She smelled so sweet. The mixture of honeysuckle and the sweet scent that was Spring wrapped itself around his senses and damn near knocked him off his feet.

“Damn, baby, you’re killing me,” he murmured into her mouth.

Fuck! He hated coming up for air. He wanted her skin touching his at all times. The moment he stepped away from her, he missed her touch. How the hell was that even possible? Didn’t matter at the moment. He wanted her out of those damn clothes. He wanted to fuck her. Bo wanted to taste her, had to taste her first. He wanted those soft tits in his hands as he fucked her against the window. His thoughts were erratic. He didn’t know which part of her he wanted to take first. Her scent was overwhelming him. The thought of fucking her, pleasing her, made his brain malfunction.

Go with the flow, dumbass, and slow down before you blow your load!

“Stand for me, sugar.” His voice was deep and gravely, eyelids lowered. He groaned as she slid slowly down his body, making sure she rubbed up against his cock all the way down. His little minx knew how to tease him. The smirk on her face confirmed she knew exactly what she did to him.

Bo turned her to face the window and started with her neck. He nipped along the sides, pulling squeals from her which turned to sensual moans as he continued his torturous nips along her shoulder. Spring leaned into his chest and sighed. She tilted her head, giving him more access to whatever he wanted. Bo recognized the deep and sensual sounds that flowed past her parted lips. They were the same sounds from the elevator. She wouldn’t last long, and that was fine. He would pull orgasms from her all night.

“Turn around, Spring.”

She took her time. He probably thought it was deliberate, but Spring had to gather enough muster just to turn around and face Bo and those damn sexy dark eyes of his. Her hands were at her sides, chest heaving, pussy soaked, leather pants probably ruined. And all Spring could do was wait. As much as she wanted to attack his body, she chose to stand and wait until he gave her further instructions. It seemed to heighten every nerve in her body, and she loved the sensations it sent throughout her body.

Bo silently eyed her as he slowed his breathing. Calming his cock down before he prematurely exploded was imperative. Then he saw it. It was only a flash. But it was more than enough time for Bo to see the fight for control as she battled to keep her lust at bay. The hunger.

At first, he thought it was a glare from the lights from
the strip
behind her giving her a colorful silhouette. But that wasn’t it. It happened again. Spring was waiting for him. She wanted him to control the situation…control her. Damn if he wouldn’t give her what she wanted.

Her eyes were drilling into him. She was waiting for his next move. And move he did. He thumbed the straps of her top off of her shoulders. He knew her breasts would be as beautiful as he hoped. He’d only felt them, and now he wanted to see them, caress and suckle them, torture each one slowly as she squirmed beneath him. The straps of her shirt fell down her arms, and Spring stood silent, breathing heavily as she watched his reaction.

“Beautiful, sugar,” he whispered just before he took a nipple into his mouth.

Her head fell backward as her lips parted on a moan. She arched her body, willing him to take more. She dug her fingers into his hair, tugging just enough for that sensual bite that made him groan with pleasure. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, steadying her. He sucked, testing her needs. Did she like her nipples sucked hard or soft? It didn’t take long to find out.

“Harder. Suck harder, Bo,” she huffed out as she drove her fingers through his short, black, curly hair, pulling him harder, closer. She silently begged him to take more. She moaned louder, ground harder when he did as she asked.

With one hand around her waist, a nipple in his mouth, he took the other hand and brought it down to her ass and cupped it. Then he moved it between the rounded globes of her bottom until he could feel the heat of her pussy seeping through the leather pants. He smiled as Spring began to grind against the hand between her thighs. Bo sucked so hard on her nipple until he felt his cheeks hollow from the force of the suction. She pulled tighter on his hair as she squirmed against him.

“H-Hurry and get my clothes off, Bo.” Spring started pulling her arms free of the straps. Her clothes were constricting her. Her body burned for Bo, and she no longer cared about keeping her clothes intact. She felt wild and wanton. Whatever she had been holding back was gnawing to be set free.

With a pop, he let loose her nipple and looked up at Spring with urgency. She looked so fucking sexy. The slow, sexy grin that curved those luscious lips of hers caused his cock to twitch. Her eyes were glazed over, and her breathing was shallow. “Holy shit, sugar, don’t you go finishing without me.” Finesse went out the window. He didn’t have to worry about explanations of fucking her fast. His woman was about to come. He’d have to remember those nipples.

Spring quickly pulled him to the other nipple as he blindly felt for the zipper of her leather pants. The thin scrap she called a shirt was dangling at her waist, slowing down his search. Finally locating it, he shoved the pants down over her luscious ass and down her thighs, allowing her to step out of them. The scent of her arousal gut-punched him. Just for a moment, he stopped his attack on her nipple to inhale her, take her into his nostrils, and sear her scent into him. Fuck, she smelled sweet. He swore he would never forget her scent. She was his ambrosia.

“Hurry,” she cried, and rocked her hips towards him.

Bo had never seen anything like it in his life. Spring was
not
going to fucking come without him. He had to be a part of her orgasm. He was almost giddy. That giddy moment quickly passed when he felt his head being pressed against her nipple again. He had forgotten, he’d stopped sucking on it. His woman was getting seriously impatient. He had to get her under control just for a few moments.

Bo smacked her on the ass and called her name as firmly as possible. That task was extremely difficult considering he was trying to keep from spilling his own load. “Spring, calm down. You come when I say you come, minx.” He caressed the cheek he had just spanked as he carefully watched her face. The shock on her face was camera worthy, but he had to hold back his amusement. He had gotten the effect he was going for. Her orgasm had halted for a moment. He had distracted her and caused his cock to jump at the unmistakable surge he felt when he spanked her bottom. He would have to try that again later.

Spring tried to glare at Bo, but it was useless. The smack to her rear end had surprised her and turned her on at the same time. It sent a cataclysmic surge through her body. She didn’t know a small swat to the rear could be so tantalizing. The prickly sensation made its way to her clit, causing it to throb. She needed Bo to take the edge off. Maybe if she built up enough courage tonight, she would ask him to spank her rear again. Her train of thought was interrupted as Bo resumed his assault on her nipple as his free hand went down to find her overheated sex and began to fumble around. What the heck was he doing? Was he lost?

Her panties were weird. “Dammit, Spring, what’s this?” They both looked down, and Spring laughed.

She couldn’t help but laugh. She was horny, and her brain was scrambled. Of all nights she had decided to wear one of the most complicated undergarments, and she laughed. Her laugh was infectious. It caused Bo to laugh. It felt good to feel liberated. She could be silly and aroused all at the same time.

“I forgot. My shirt and panties are connected. They snap at the bottom…” The rough jerking of her clothing caused Spring to gasp instead of finishing her sentence. The impatience and strength Bo wielded had almost knocked her over, would have knocked her over if he hadn’t been holding her with one hand at the waist.

No other explanations were necessary. Bo was done talking. He yanked at the soaked fabric the snaps were attached to between her legs and ripped the delicate silk top in half in one smooth yank. They both watched as the fabric silently fell to the floor into a thin peach puddle at her feet. The shirt was clearly destroyed. Her gasp of surprise was music to his ears. Bo got down on his knees and looked up at Spring.

He loved the way she looked down at him with only the lights of the Las Vegas strip as her backdrop. Her eyes…her eyes were like open windows. She looked as if she had just put all of her trust, her pleasure in his hands. She watched every move he made, and he watched her every reaction. Or at least he tried to. He was determined to please her, and he would only be a success if he paid attention to what made Spring’s juices flow abundantly.

Her sweet scent intoxicated him. Bo pressed his cheek to her soft, flat stomach. He heard Spring moan, and as she pressed him tighter to her stomach, she gently massaged her fingers into his scalp. He moved and began placing butterfly kisses on and around the pink diamond belly ring nestled in her navel. Feeling her belly quiver was too much of a turn-on to pass up. He moved down her body, placing kisses along the way. It was like a siren’s call. The sweet scent of her arousal could no longer be prolonged. He had to taste her.

“Lean against the glass, baby.” She gave him a weary look. “Trust me, it’s sturdy.” Breathless, his little minx could only nod.

He did not give Spring time to think. He widened her stance and felt her body lean back just a bit. She braced a hand on the glass for extra leverage. Bo lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder. He spread open her slick slit and groaned.

“All for me,” he muttered as he locked gazes with her for long moments. Bo attacked her swollen clit with his tongue. He didn’t even try to control the deep growls of approval he made, as he tasted her delectable nectar that had made its way to her clit. He swirled around the sensitive nub, keeping his tongue soft as he slid two fingers down to her slick opening and gently massaged her outer lips. The heat from her core could have scorched him. It intrigued him and made him want to explore her slick sheath to see if it was just as hot. Her sheath rippled and pushed out more cream as she rocked her hips. Bo loved the way Spring’s pussy clenched in anticipation.